Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.